A Message From Time...

Open mouths spill little towns
Speaking rotten chords with broken sounds
Float through crimson skies on how's and why's
Conjure ancient secrets to keep them wise
A little fox with little button eyes
Will sit you down and tell you stories and lies
A squat tree stump will be a perfect spot
To sit and listen as the fever's taught
A word or two spun from lighted string
With a pinch of love and everything
Fastened round an old oak tree
And thrown into the turning sea
Cast away only to be found again
At his place in the forest just in time for time to begin
The world will grow
And the world will sew
The hardships of life in his barks will show
Permanently written across his bough
A message sent from then to now